Poem August 9, 1947 Issue

HIS PRESENCE

Anna M. Kinney

God's healing presence and enfolding care
Are with me every moment, everywhere.
I feel His gracious touch,
And fear is stilled, and aching of unrest.
He speaks, and as I listen, thought attuned,
Humility uplifts her radiant face
Where only yesterday
Appeared the gloomy visage of self-will.

I am so very safe in His dear care,
For in His presence lies the mystery
Of blended power and tenderness of Love:
Of that vast power which holds
A thousand million suns in easy rein
And guides them through immensity of space;
Of tenderness that frames and cherishes
The sweet minutiae of a fragile flower.

The promise is of old,
"My presence shall go with thee"—precious word
That lifts me high, beyond time's thrashing sea—
My Father's pledge for all eternity.

Anna M. Kinney

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